"The Wind"

Through lower heavens In the middle of night He's haunting the leaves Without any light Instead of what matters For wide open hearts He's blowing too cold And tearing apart So, nothing is promise For those who felt But people who loved Will never go melt We're breathing on fingers With hope for faith Our memories're sweet And hard to erase Believe me, I failed No one always wins It's just a selection Of purpose and means I'd also been treated Like I am the one But later discovered It's all just a fun The wind's ever spinning We can not ignore Its strength and desire To reach out for more So, we stand against it Each one in his shell And looking for soulmate – That's what we do well
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